I had a rough week last week. I kept attributing it to wrackspurts but I think it’s more likely that I caught some sort of flu-bug that made me sick, traumatologist tired and stupid. I’m not much of a napper but I had many serious naps last week where I woke up thinking it was morning or where the Mister had to actually come and wake me up. (If you know me, more about you know that is pretty unusual since I tend to be the type of person to bounce out of bed in the morning, information pills which sounds great and all but it also means by 10 p.m. at night I’m done!) One of the advantages of working from home is the ability to have a nap when you need to – of course, that is also one of the disadvantages and now I will be spending today – which is a holiday here – catching up on work. And even though I never really got sick sick, I’m feeling much better now.
In other news… we found a farm to work on while in Ireland! And just in case anyone thought we would change our mind about going because of the cost – we wouldn’t, but the cost does determine what we can and can’t do. Anyway, we started the registration for Wwoof UK but after looking at their list of farms in Northern Ireland and finding one that was PERFECT for us I didn’t want to have to deal with the wait for our Wwoof registration to go through before contacting them (you have to mail in your registration and then they mail it back to you so it can take up to four weeks at least – we leave in six). So I did my own searching on the internet, found the website for the aformentioned perfect farm and contacted them myself. The family that runs the place was just leaving for holiday but wrote a quick note to say we can stay with them and don’t have to worry about going through Wwoof. They are gone until the 12th of August but – unless they change their mind – we have a place with room & board for one week while in Ireland. Not only that, but we have a place with dogs and pigs! I know nothing about pigs but, for me, the chance to be around them is very exciting. I suspect for the Mister it means the chance for fresh bacon but I don’t like to think about that.